Indian chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1882-1902, 1887-10-13

tho search of his lost property. OF
coursc Tad would DO rs he likcd-it
was nothing to him; and Tad noticed a
decided chill in the tone and manner
of the usually genial Forrest, as ho
turned away,
And yet, In spite Of the gcntiemahs
assertions "a 10 The matter Of the adver-
tiscmeat he carried in his inside coat
pocket a copy Of the Boston journal.
which contained notice Of consider
able Importance to Tad Thernta could
he but have known II
CHAPTER XII
u was a lovely Saturday afternoon.
and, Of course, half-holiday for Blk
port youth. Tad had been very busy
all the forenoon, as Mr.. and Mrs.
Mason, oi Boston. had arrived the
night before, and taken the spare
room. They were very wealthy peo-
pie, who had boarded with Miss Smith
for three successive summers, find
ing In the quiet of this secluded
village an enjoyment that no crowded
watcring-place could give them,
Tad had seen very little Of them
and only noticed that the lady was
rather stout and pleasant-faced. while
the gentleman was also stout and
rather Jolly. The name was curiously
familiar, though, and he racked his
brain in vain to think where he had
heard it.
Tad always had his liberty ON Sat
urday afternoon, and, borrowing Mr.
kenneths big. hat-bottomcd boat, he
had invited Joe Whitney. Polly Flagg
and the dog Bounce to go after lilies In
Bixport pond-a beautiful sheet vt
water, net far from Deacon Whitney,,
There's Mr. Mason aud his wife al
ready" said Polly glancing ashorc;
"they always put up some lunch and
start for the pond just as soon rs they
get fairly s5ltled at Miss Smiths
"And there are those two Boston
girls that sre boarding at Widow Simp-
son's--with Mr.. Forrest added Joe,
with a slight chuckle, as he remem.
bered the bitten apple,
Come ashore mud nave some lunch.
young folks called Mr.. Mason, who
was great favorite in Bixport, be-
cause, as they said, "hc nor his wife
put on city airs-if they Wcrc worth
half a million dollars,n
So tho boat was headed for the shore,
and, rs il touched the beach. Polly,
with both hands full Of long-stemmed.
fragrant treasures, jumped ashore
followed. more slowly, by Tad and Joe.
"John, dear. 'cH you look at those
lovely lIlieslH exclaimed Mrs. Mason;
and. Rt the sound Of her voice, it all
came back TO Tad-the Pullman car
and the night journey 70 Boston be-
hind Mrs, John G. Mason's chair, shell
tered by Mrs. John G. Mason's cloak.
How funny it was, to be surel
The little party gathered rotihd the
lunch-baskct, under the shade Of some
delightfully."- tall pines, and began to
discuss a rather substantial lunch. At
a little distance were the Misses Baker.
two very nice girls If culture, from
Boston-and, having said this, it is
perhaps unnecessary to add that the
younger wore eyeglasses, and had
brought volume Of Ruskin for light
reading, while her sister, with artistic
tendencies, was seated Under a large
white umbrella before an easel. making
a sketch Of Bixport pond in oils. Mr.
Forrest, who represented himself as Of
one of the first families Of New York.
was most elaborately dressed in cool
and becoming boating suit Of cream
colored flannel; and when he arose
from a very green messy log on which
he had been sitting, the effect Of color
was so striking rs to draw an audible
snort from the observnnt Joe Whitney.
"Sav, Mr. Forrest " he called. with
his mouth full Of sandwich. II wouldn't
set down much in them white clos
they're all streaked up behind now; be-
sides, there's lots Of bumble-bee' 's-nests
round here"
Mr.. Forrest, who had turned very
red, did not receive the suggestion in a
kindly spirit.
young man, " he said, loftily, "allow
me to say that your coarse familiarity
is very unpleasant-have the goodness
to attend TO your own affairs"
"All right" replied Joe, with a wink
Of exquisite meaniny erected 10 Polly,
who shook her head at him warningly.
and, after another attack on the eat
ables, he sat in silent meditation.
Got a pin. Polly?' he asked. IN a
low tone Of voice. rs he wiped linger-
ing crumb or two from his lips with his
cOat-sleeve.
What do you want Of it?' suspi-
ciously returned Polly.
"Why-I want it!'' was the unsatis-
factory reply.
"Here's one. joe" said Mr.. Mason.
with, ! regret to say, a somewhat hui
morous twinkle in his eye.
snow, joint" expostulated his wife,
as Joe, taking it, rose 10 his feet and
strollod of, "what made you?-you
ktoto that boy is always up 10 some
kind Of mischief"
But Mr.. Mason, who had stretched
himself at ease on the green sward,
with his straw hat over his face,
seemed suddenly 10 have fallen into
deep sleep, not unpunctuated by an
occasional snore; so Mrs. Mason, lean
ing back against a tree-trunk, famed
herself languidly, and chatted with
Polly, who was making a lily-wreath
for her shade-hat, while Bounce lay
looking on with lazy interest. Tad.
hugging his knees. which were drawn
nearly up 10 his chin, sat little dis
tance of. thinking how singulV' II waE
that, in a big world, he should again
have met the owner Of the fur cloak.